Countdown Quilt

My heart opened like a flower under sky. 

Lorca

Murmuration

 Continuing to sew the cloud of birds and I think it is getting close to finishing.  Leaving it in a cloud shape rather than squaring it up.  Praising the mutilated world. 

mysterious stillness

Boro:   when things have been broken and then extensively mended.  

today, yesterday, tomorrow

Heard yesterday: how even if you make a mistake, the music keeps on going when you are in an orchestra.  You just have to catch up with the rest and carry on.   (Angela Truscott)

And how this is kind of like Anne Truitt remembered how she stood in her living room and realized the world was going on out there and she was standing there allowing time to move over and around her and she decided to be a sculptor. (Yield)  

Five Stars

 I finished Intermezzo by Sally Rooney.  It had a good ending. 

It is the way it is written, more than any character development or plot that makes the book so interesting.  She treats their inner worlds differently: not complete sentences for Peter so he seems so jumpy and neurotic, while the other brother, Ivan, uses more complete sentences as do two of the women, Sylvia and Margaret.  The reader is very intimately involved.  It’s very present and compelling writing. Five stars 

Scoured cellulose

 The two things that make us human:

1. Language.  Being able to speak and write and communicate and that our writing lasts beyond our lifetime. 

2. Cloth.  

Richard Tuttle 

On the wall silk-linen.  In the basket, cotton and linen.  

But still …

The truck was parked in front and the tail lights were on.  I noticed this when I went out in my nightie to put my studio bags there, beside the vehicle.  Then I walked up a hill behind the house.  From above, I turned and looked back. 

I saw Ned come out of the house and then I saw April come out too and I saw them have a brief hug and then she mounted her bike and left. 

I had no idea that she had come home.  She must have seen my studio bag by the truck.  She must have known that I was awake.  Why didn’t she speak to me?  How did this occur, that she and her dad had a secret meeting ? It was probably to discuss her car, but still.

Last night’s dream.